The Demon Sect.
Three human quasi-emperors and one demon clan quasi-emperor had already arrived, fully prepared.
"Young Mo, are you certain the alien race will only send one quasi-emperor?"
The burly man transformed from Sun Zhantian sat inside the grand hall of the Demon Sect, his voice booming.
Before Mo Tianxiao could speak, Master Tianji, seated across from Sun Zhantian, spoke first. "The quasi-emperors who were attacking the Central Divine Land and the Western Regions have already retreated. It seems they received the news spread by the Demon Sect and are now contemplating their next move."
"That astonishing sword strike from Fellow Daoist Yue back in the day was enough to make the alien race wary. Even if they harbor doubts about what Little Friend Mo has said, they wouldn't dare send too many quasi-emperor powerhouses over. But they definitely won't send just one—a single quasi-emperor wouldn't stand a chance against the combined heritage of the Demon Sect and the Yao Chi Heavenly Palace. My guess is that the alien race will send at least two to three quasi-emperor powerhouses."
Mo Tianxiao gave a slight nod. "Senior's reasoning is sound. Perhaps, besides the quasi-emperors, they'll also bring a good number of Saint-realm experts to ensure nothing goes wrong."
"But one thing's for sure—three quasi-emperors is their limit. Unless they've already seen through our plan, that is. But no one was told about the seclusions of the seniors here, so there's no way they could've gotten wind of it."
"Assuming the worst—that the enemy sends three quasi-emperor powerhouses—we'll have four on our side. As long as we prepare in advance, we can catch them completely off guard. Ideally, we'd wipe them all out. If that's not possible, we should at least take down one."
"Rest assured, Little Friend Mo. We may be old bones, but we're certainly not weaker than those aliens!"
Yue Tianxing looked at Mo Tianxiao with a scrutinizing gaze, his voice firm, showing no fear of the alien quasi-emperors.
"With Senior Yue saying that, this junior is naturally at ease. As for the remaining Saint-realm enemies, leave them to us juniors." Mo Tianxiao said with a smile.
I never thought Elder Nan Mo—famous throughout the Xuanhuang Realm for making my Hao Ran Zheng Qi Sect shine—would actually be the Demon Sect Master in disguise. You really had us righteous cultivators fooled, boy.
Yue Tianxing's tone carried a hint of teasing.
When Mo Tianxiao had first invited him, he hadn't understood what was going on. Since when did the former sect master of his Hao Ran Zheng Qi Sect have ties with the newly appointed Demon Sect Master?
It wasn't until Zhou Muxi explained the situation that he learned the truth: the Elder Nan Mo who had won the Hao Ran Zheng Qi Sect the title of foremost righteous sect and had stirred up the entire Great Zhou Dynasty was actually a demonic cultivator—and the biggest demonic boss in the Demon Province to boot!
That bit of information took him quite a while to process.
"This junior was merely trying to earn a bit of pocket money. I certainly wasn't fooling the righteous cultivators. Senior, please don't overstate things."
Mo Tianxiao said with an air of righteousness, his expression utterly unflinching.
He earned through proper channels, proper means, proper profits. The fans paid willingly—fully justified, legitimate, and legal.
Sure, he was a demonic cultivator, but he had principles and bottom lines.
"Isn't it only natural for my Demon Sect Master to fool you righteous cultivators? What's there to be surprised about?" An Shouchang said matter-of-factly.
"Old An, is any of this your business? I'm talking to Young Mo here—what gives you the right to interrupt?"
Yue Tianxing slapped his palm on the armrest of his chair, glaring irritably at An Shouchang. An Shouchang shot the look right back without backing down.
"What? I need your permission to do whatever I want? Who do you think you are?"
"Hey, hey, hey—stop!"
Seeing the tension escalating between them, Mo Tianxiao quickly cut in.
So this was what Elder An meant by "not getting along"—they sparked fireworks the moment they laid eyes on each other. He wondered what had happened between them in the past.
"The battle is at a critical juncture. Senior Yue, Elder An—whatever grudges the two of you have, just hold them in for now. We can settle it after we've slaughtered the alien race."
"That's right, Tianxing. Put the bigger picture first." Master Tianji chimed in with words of counsel.
Sun Zhantian, lounging nearby, didn't seem to care either way. If a fight broke out, he'd just enjoy the show—he loved both fighting and watching others fight.
"Humph." Yue Tianxing let out a cold snort and said nothing more.
An Shouchang turned his head away too, ignoring Yue Tianxing.
Seeing that, Mo Tianxiao breathed a sigh of relief. "Seniors, please rest for a bit. This junior will go prepare for the Saint-realm battles."
Mo Tianxiao rose and left the grand hall. Spotting Li Yu waiting outside the door, he clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Prepare some spirit wine and spirit fruits for the seniors."
"Yes, Master Mo... uh, Sect Master!"
Li Yu cupped his fists and immediately went to arrange it.
Mo Tianxiao then headed to the Time Pagoda to inform the many Saint-realm cultivators, telling them to be prepared—a tough battle might be coming soon.
"Senior Brother, I want to fight!"
Upon learning the news, Nangong Wan chose to emerge from seclusion on the spot. Over a hundred years, her cultivation had reached the peak of the Saint-realm, only a step away from the Saint King realm. With her strength, she could easily contend with low-level Saint King cultivators.
"Me too! Me too! I'm fighting too! Perfect chance to test out my Annihilation Sword Array with six holy swords!" Su Muxue was positively excited, choosing to join the battle.
Mo Tianxiao swept a glance at her—her cultivation had already stepped into the mid-Saint realm.
"Brother Mo! I'm in!"
"Senior Brother Mo, I'm also in!"
Lin Nannan and Ye Chen both exited seclusion as well. Beyond them, Mo Tianxiao selected another ten Saint King cultivators and ten Saint-realm cultivators, bringing the total to twenty-five Saint-realm fighters.
"Let's leave it at this number for now. As for the rest of you, make sure to conceal yourselves when the battle starts and seize the moment for a lethal strike."
Aside from the First Elder and Aunt Lin, Mo Tianxiao had roused nearly forty Saint-realm cultivators, informing them of the situation in advance.
If they were going to fight, they'd go all out—no letting a single enemy escape.
"Sect Master Mo, rest easy. We demonic cultivators are the best at this sort of thing. Not a single enemy will slip through our fingers!"
"That's right! Those puny aliens—we'll make sure they regret ever coming!"
When it came to underhanded methods, the cultivators of the Demon Province were second to none in viciousness and cunning.
Seeing this, Mo Tianxiao nodded in satisfaction. He trusted that the cultivators of the Demon Province wouldn't give the enemy any chance to run.
He gave a few more meticulous instructions, especially regarding his junior sisters and the others—sternly emphasizing that their safety came first.
With everything arranged, Mo Tianxiao led the group of Saint-realm cultivators back to the grand hall of the sect to await the enemy's arrival.
Day after day passed, and the atmosphere grew ever more tense.
Seated on the position of Sect Master, Mo Tianxiao quietly opened his character panel.
【Name: Mo Tianxiao
Cultivation: Saint-realm Peak
Fortune Level: Black
Cultivation Art: Demon Emperor Scripture (Realm Eight)
Magical Artifacts: Nine-Calamity Immortal Source Sword (Fourth Seal), Human Emperor Banner (Impaired)...
Side Professions: Saint-level Alchemist, Saint-level Talisman Master, Saint-level Array Master, Saint-level Artifact Refiner, Puppetry
Secret Arts: Immortal Dao Secret Art · Empty Hand, Immortal Dao Secret Art · Reversal of Yin and Yang, Ungraded Secret Art · Blood Concealment
Techniques & Divine Abilities: Annihilation Fist (True Grade), Roaming Dragon Steps of the Eight Wilds (True Grade), Thousand Swords Net (Dao Grade), Annihilation Sword Array (Saint Grade)
Villain Points: 17,878,567
Fortune Points: 119,000】
"Fortune points are this high? Ah, right—I got a hundred thousand from Master last time."
With all the delays from various matters, Mo Tianxiao had completely forgotten about it.
"Seems like it's time to let one loose..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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